I'm no stranger to freaks and weirdos. When I was a child some of my peers called me weird because of my high IQ and the fact I didn't like "girly" things. As a young adult, I was called a freak because I enjoyed role playing games like D&D. As a woman in my mid-30's, I've been called a freaky weirdo because I still love Star Wars and superhero movies and I still have crushes on celebrities. Hot is hot, no matter how old one is. Anyway...all of that is tame compared to the ignoramus I had to deal with last night.
I've been on an online dating site for a while, and have had limited success. I met who I thought was a great guy on this site, and we dated exclusively for a few months. I didn't know he had a severe case of PTSD and drank himself to sleep almost every night. He broke up with me via text message. I texted back and forth with another man for almost a year before I decided he wasn't the one. We both claimed to want to meet in person but he was "broke" every time I said I wanted to meet up. I wouldn't meet up with him unless it was in a public place and he, always being broke, wanted me to go to his place. Red flag! I left him a scathing text message and blocked his number.
A man sent me a message on this site about a month ago, so I looked at his profile. I don't want to date a man who has four children under the age of 10, and I'm not into the full-sleeve tattoos, so I told him what I tell most other men who message me: "I'm not interested." Polite and to the point, because I wasn't raised to be rude unless it's necessary. Most men who receive this message from me thank me for responding then back off. Not this jerk. The same man sent me a message last night, and all it said was "So beautiful." Once again I replied with my standard three word brush-off. The following is the result of my being polite:
Him: "I don't want to write two or three paragraphs about myself because I don't like talking about myself, but I will if that's what it takes to get you to talk to me." (I'm cleaning up the grammar and spelling because this man uses text speak, which I despise!)
Me: "Please stop messaging me." Once again, polite and to the point.
Him: "Or what?"
By this time I've had enough, so I report this man to the dating website as being abusive and threatening. As I'm typing my report (on my phone), my phone is blowing up because this ass is still sending me messages. Here's another one.
Him: "You think you're all that, don't you? You're not. Trust me."
I snickered at that one, because I know I'm not "all that". I'm still not responding either, pal.
Him: "You think you're all that but you're not. Snobby girls always get theirs. Usually in a dark alley next to a bar."
I'm dying laughing now, because this guy is either drunk or doesn't take rejection well. Not five minutes after I filed the report he was removed from the dating website. This morning I wake up to find a message from someone on that site, so I read it. Lo and behold if it isn't the same asshole from last night, but now he's using a different user name. Block and report. No wonder he's single.
I'm not alone because I want to be. Quite the opposite, actually. I hate being without someone special in my life. However, I have standards. I don't like a lot of tattoos on a man. I don't want to date a man with more than two children. I won't date a man who is shorter than I am. I won't give a man's online dating profile a second look if he uses a lot of text speak. I'm guilty of LOL and BRB, but I despise "ur" and "K". I'm not used to pursuing men but I'm used to men pursuing me. I won't look for guys at a bar because, honestly, guys who let women pick them up at the bar are after only one thing. I'm horrible at flirting but I love to flirt.
I have a feeling I'll never date, fall in love, or get married again, and I'm starting to come to terms with that. I'd rather set my standards high and not know what I'm missing than set them low and be disappointed later.
